:If we get you something to eat: Vanyel is telling the dragon, :I want you to leave this place alone. Can you agree to that?: 

:Sure. I will look elsewhere for a good place to settle down.:

:Got an agreement with the dragon: Yfandes tells the man, :just got to get some of these people to sell us their animals, I don't know what a reasonable price is. I'm also not sure how to pay you back, but apparently we have useful magic so maybe we can figure something out: 

(It would possibly be less expensive at this point to try to kill the dragon, but one, it's not clear Vanyel can, two, he hates killing anything, and three, it seems like it might be earning them this man's goodwill even if it's putting them in his debt monetarily.) 

:If your buddy can just kind of pin an adult dragon there for a while while he negotiates the sale of some sheep for it to eat then he can probably make, like, five times that in a day adventuring? Maybe more? What is he -:

(There are civilians willing to sell their oxen and camels and goats for what the cleric can confirm is a reasonable price.)

Vanyels relays this to the dragon. Finally thinks to ask. :Do you have a name? I'm Vanyel: 

:Amilek.:

:All right, Amilek, let's figure out a place for you to go eat your supper: Getting the dragon to stop pounding at his shields means he can spare some attention for Farsight. He scans the surrounds for a nice big open area. 

Lotsa sand over there.

Yfandes conveys requests for people to bring their animals out there once they've been paid. She'll have to ask the man they just met for help with that, since she lacks hands. 

:Vanyel is a mage from another world: she explains. :We haven't gotten a huge amount of introduction to your world's magic, but I think he's most similar to a sorcerer. He's also the most powerful person for several kingdoms around. It's, er, a long story: 

:Investors'll eat it up. Another world? Like, another planet?:

:We're not sure! We assume so, we haven't heard of any of the countries or languages here. Some sort of spell incident grabbed us, we think. We do want to find our way back eventually, but aren't sure how to do it with our magic, so we might need to save up for one of your wizards. And we're not in a terrible rush. It's peacetime back home, finally, and we'd like to bring back as much information as we can on this other world for our King: 

Once people have been sent out to herd livestock to the field, and then have departed again, Vanyel can let up the shield on top so that Amilek can fly over. 

:Best of luck finding somewhere else to live: he sends. :You'd better keep your end of the bargain here, though. I'll know: He can put up some long lasting wards for it.

Amilek goes invisible as soon as he's released but Mindspeaks something like a laugh. :Blue dragons are lawful, little one.:

And the bunch of people who came here to fight the dragon but are apparently not needed for that can patch up minor injuries and try to get a glimpse of dragonguy. 

Vanyel heads over to meet their mysterious benefactor. :Thank you for helping us out there. By the way, does everyone here just have Mindspeech?: 

:Your telepathy? I super do not have your telepathy I'm just trying to yell thoughts in your direction. Mahdi has Tongues if you wanna do that and then talk out loud instead.:

:Huh. Non-Mindspeakers in my world usually have a harder time with Mindspeech than you do. If you cast Tongues on me then I can talk to anyone and understand anyone here? For how long, and is it tiring?: 

:Eighty-seven minutes if Mahdi does it. It's not tiring.:

:Sure, if he doesn't mind then I'll take you up on that: 

Mahdi is a tall brown man of maybe thirty. He's not Gifted. He is wearing a bunch of intricate magic artifacts. He jogs over to Vanyel and then -

- draws an extremely elaborate tangle of mage-energy out of the air, makes a couple quick motions to complete it, and offers the hand that's holding it to Vanyel. 

Wow. 

"What kind of magic do you have?" Vanyel asks him. "Is that the wizard arcane magic?" 

"Yep. Your animal companion said you were some kind of sorcerer?"

"In my own world I'm called a mage, but I think our magic works slightly differently, there are different kinds - my Mindspeech is a separate Gift, for example, but it's also an innate trait you're either born with or not, they all are. Well, you're born with potential, and sometimes it awakens naturally but it can also happen, er, other ways. Mine happened other ways, so I have a lot of Gifts and they're unusually strong." 

"I'll say so. At fifth circle I'd be able to pin a dragon like that for...ninety seconds. If it were smaller than that dragon in fact was." He points at the men he was travelling with. "Fazil's a cleric and Hagan shoots things with arrows."